Farewell Summer, for me means ( as least for a few more year ) good bye to daily writing and spontaneous photo shoots as I head back to work with the high school kids returning to school. Its a frustration I tolerate with decreasing patience each year. For now, this insight on the equinox (or not) from my friend Tom Atkins offers a reflection of the unending push within I often feel myself. Dance in the leaves my friends.
Almost Equinox
You are startled to see it,
a single red leaf, the first of the season,
a refugee from a tree of green just ahead,
the sole truth bearer, reminder
that today the seasons change
and the world will become both more beautiful
and more harsh,
its youthful exuberance fading with each passing night.
Soon, there will be frost.
Lightly at first. Then icy hard
as the weeks and months careen into winter.
Days will grow shorter. Nights, longer.
But you are the rebel. Always a bit off season,
off-kilter, contrary – not enough to be dangerous,
but just enough to be noticed,
a thing of color when the world is green,
and green when the world explodes in red, yellow and death,
a bothersome thing to some,
a strange thing to others,
true more to yourself than calendars or years or station,
you dance in the wind,
and…
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RealDamon2013blog
/ September 23, 2016very powerful and elighting